i stopped buying marlboro red 72s when i was nineteen.i had fallen in love with their littleboxes’ spines, coated in war paint.the violence of their dark silver and mania-sickened red.i thought they ...

irisesburn of molotov cocktailoily and bright.i looked you in the eyesand drank youin with parted lips anda cheshire grin.i took your cheekbones perfect and highand tucked them in theback pocket of ...